Straight outta the factories of some dystopian empire, Yes, Collapse try to blow your house down with a heavy dose of industrial fury. Wether they succeed or not is a matter of how loud you turn the volume up because these three men, with their stripes earned in the mossy pits of the noise underground, surely bring enough fire to pull off such a thing.
?Final Diagnosis? serves up nine blasts of raucous rumbling, a style somewhere between the outrageousness of Death Unit, the Industrial leanings of Wolf Eyes and a Karl-Heinz Stockhausen remix machine. It smells like noiserock, everything on this album aims to make you rock the fuck out, but in essence, ?Final Diagnosis? is stripped of every traditional rock ingredient. No harmony, zero melody, perhaps a ramshackle rhythm here and there but that?s it.
The Wolf Eyes connection here is made through the putrid beats that the threesome inject in most tracks. Some of them, like the 5th and 8th piece, could easily be mistaken for some Wolf Eyes circa ?Burned Mind? cut outs. As sinister as outgoing, even the punk in Wolf Eyes is present. Rock the fuck out indeed.
Yes, Collapse are most impressive when they let it all out, smashing on metal, pounding whatever is around and making the machines work overtime. The second track is a ferocious example of this, sounding like an overheated drilling device that?s bound to explode any second. The track is nicely constructed as well which can?t be said for every track here though. Some of them sound like they?ve could have used a little more care but maybe that?s the nature of the game when you?re playing with such rotten sounds. 7/10 -- Joris Heemskerk (22 January, 2008)